Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

“Do you have anything to declare,” asked the customs agent.

“Is it too much of a cliché for me to say ‘Just that I’m devilishly handsome?’” asked Sir Reginald, immediately after which he was tackled by a half-dozen Homeland Security agents. He tried to say something witty from under the mound of people, but all that came out was blood and a tooth.